I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 96: (R18) Good at Sharing II

Their smiles were identical – predatory, satisfied, anticipating.

"Good," Seria said, already standing and pulling her shirt over her head. "Because we’re not stopping until you’ve fucked us both senseless."

"Agreed," Elara added, her nightgown already sliding off her shoulders.

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They moved to the bedroom in a tangle of discarding clothes and heated touches. By the time they reached the massive bed, Seria was down to just her shirt – unbuttoned and hanging open – and her socks. Something about the partial state of undress was more erotic than full nudity.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs in clear invitation. "I want you inside me. Now. No more teasing."

Damien moved over her, positioning himself, and Seria’s hands gripped his shoulders in anticipation.

He entered her in one smooth thrust, and Seria’s back arched off the bed.

"Yes!" The word was pure pleasure, no hesitation. "Gods, yes, just like that."

He set a steady rhythm, and Seria moved with him, meeting each thrust. Her breasts moved beneath the open shirt, the fabric framing them perfectly, and Damien couldn’t look away.

Elara settled beside them, her hand moving to stroke his back, his shoulders. "You look so good together," she murmured. "So perfectly matched. The way she takes you – it’s beautiful."

"Elara – " Seria gasped, her hand reaching out blindly.

Elara caught it, lacing their fingers together. "I’m here. I’ve got you."

"It’s so – " Seria’s words broke on a moan as Damien hit a particularly good angle. " – It’s so good."

"It is," Elara said immediately, leaning close to Damien’s ear. "Watching you fuck her – seeing the pleasure on both your faces – feeling the connection through the bonds. I’m so turned on I can barely stand it."

Her words made Damien thrust harder, driven by need to satisfy, to claim, to make both of them feel everything he was feeling.

Seria cried out, her grip on Elara’s hand tightening. "Harder! Please, I need – "

He gave her what she needed, his hips snapping forward with force that made the bed shake. Seria’s free hand clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

"Yes, yes, just like that, don’t stop – "

Elara leaned over to kiss Damien while he moved, her tongue invading his mouth in rhythm with his thrusts. The dual sensation – Seria’s heat around him, Elara’s mouth on his – was overwhelming.

"Come for me," Damien demanded against Elara’s lips. "Seria, come for me."

"I’m – oh gods, I’m – " Seria shattered, her body clenching around him, her cry of pleasure filling the room.

He worked her through it, not slowing, drawing out every wave of her orgasm until she was trembling beneath him.

Then he pulled out, and Seria made a sound of loss.

"Elara’s turn," he said, already shifting position.

Elara was ready for him, having stripped completely while he’d been focused on Seria. She moved onto her hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder with expression that was pure invitation.

"From behind," she requested as she fell foward and arched in a way that drove Damien crazy. "I want to feel you deep."

Damien positioned himself and entered her in one smooth motion. Elara’s head sank even more, golden hair cascading around her face, a low moan escaping her lips.

"Always so tight," he breathed, setting a rhythm. "Always perfect."

"That’s because – " Elara’s words broke into a gasp. " – because I’m made for you. We both are."

Seria had recovered enough to move closer, her hand stroking Elara’s hair. "You look gorgeous like this. Completely taken and his."

"I am his," Elara confirmed. "Always. Just like you are."

Damien increased his pace, one hand gripping Elara’s hip for leverage, the other braced on her shoulder. The angle let him go deep, hitting places that made Elara make sounds she’d never make in public.

"I’m close," she warned. "So close already."

"Then come," Damien commanded. "Let me feel it."

Elara came with his name on her lips, her body clenching around him rhythmically. He didn’t slow, working her through it the same way he’d done with Seria.

When she finally collapsed forward, trembling, he pulled out carefully.

"Not done yet," he said.

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They rearranged themselves – Seria on her back again, legs spread. Damien entered her once more, this time with Elara pressed against his side, her mouth on his neck, her hands roaming his chest.

"Fill her," Elara whispered. "Make her scream again."

He did his best to comply, his hips moving with desperate rhythm. Seria met him thrust for thrust, her hands gripping his forearms, her eyes locked on his face.

"I love you," she gasped. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he replied, the words coming easier now despite the earlier emotional muting. "Both of you. Always."

Then he shifted again, pulling out of Seria to enter Elara who had moved into position beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately, pulling him as deep as possible.

"Yes, yes, just stay right there – " Her words dissolved into moans as he moved.

Back and forth he alternated. Minutes with Seria, then switching to Elara. Different positions – Seria on her stomach, Elara on her side, both of them on their backs with legs spread. Each configuration brought different angles, different sensations, different sounds of pleasure.

At some point Seria ended up riding him while Elara kissed his neck and whispered encouragement. Then Elara took her place, moving her hips in slow circles that made Damien’s vision blur.

Time became elastic, measured only in orgasms and position changes and the sounds of their combined pleasure.

Finally, after what could have been hours, Damien felt his control fracturing completely.

"I can’t – I’m going to – "

"Inside me," Elara demanded. She was beneath him again, legs wrapped tight. "Come inside me. I want to feel it."

He did, his fourth orgasm of the night hitting with force that left him shaking. Elara held him through it, her own body trembling with aftershocks from her own climax.

When he finally stilled, completely spent, he carefully pulled out and collapsed onto the bed between them. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Both women immediately curled into his sides, their heads on his shoulders, their bodies pressed close.

"That was..." Seria started, then apparently gave up on finding words.

"Exceptional," Elara finished. "Absolutely exceptional."

"Agreed," Damien managed, though his voice was rough from exertion.

They lay in comfortable silence, all three of them catching their breath, processing what had just happened.

"We should do that more often," Seria said eventually.

"Definitely," Elara agreed. "Though I’m not sure any of us would survive daily sessions of that intensity."

"Worth dying for, though," Damien observed, and both women laughed.

More silence, this time peaceful rather than charged.

Damien felt the anchor bonds humming with satisfaction, the connection between all three of them deeper and stronger than before. The shared intimacy had reinforced something fundamental – they weren’t just partners or allies or even lovers individually.

They were a unit. Completely, undeniably a unit.

"I love you both," he said quietly. "I know I say it often, but I need you to know I mean it."

"We know," Elara murmured, already half-asleep. "We love you too."

"So much," Seria added, her voice drowsy.

They drifted toward sleep like that – tangled together, satisfied, safe. Tomorrow would bring the weight of the Emperor’s mission, the danger of investigating an empire-wide conspiracy, the complications of operating at this new scale.

But tonight, they felt only love and pleasure.